Carnival of Death Ch. 3
Disclaimer: Everything Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke. I am not making a profit from this story.
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Dean pulled the Impala up to the nearly deserted carnival just after midnight. He had the headlights turned off as he parked a fair distance away hoping not to announce their arrival. He wanted to be as discrete as possible when he and Sammy snuck into the closed attraction to check out the haunted house.
As the boys climbed out of the sleek black car, they scanned their surroundings immediately searching for any signs of danger. Upon seeing that everything was clear, Dean and Sammy walked to the back of the Impala to unload the gear they would need for their hunt with each placing a gun and a knife in the waistband of their jeans.
Upon arriving at the gate, they found it to be padlocked to keep out any trespassers after closing. Sammy took out his lock picking kit and had the padlock opened in mere seconds.
"That's my boy" whispered Dean as he patted Sammy on the back. "You're getting better than even me or dad with your lock picking skills little brother."
Sammy beamed at getting such praise from his brother. It felt really good to hear that he could at least do something right. Lately, his dad had started getting onto him about not being into the hunt. And if he were honest, he would rather be elsewhere right now, but there was no way he was leaving Dean without backup tonight. He would just suck it up and get the job done so they could return to their motel room and wait for their dad to come back.
Sammy followed Dean as he made his way silently through the game stands checking for any security guards that were patrolling the area. As they walked, they constantly scanned for anything that seemed out of place. It gave Sammy an eerie feeling just walking through the deserted area. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like something was watching him and it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to rise in alarm.
Sammy kept quiet about his uneasiness not wanting Dean to think he was being a big baby, especially since he had been frightened earlier in the day at the sight of a clown. He shrugged as he figured that just maybe he was uneasy because of the emptiness of the place.
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Hidden deep within the shadows, a figure lurked with glowing eyes and a leering smile. It watched the teens as they slinked through the empty carnival and followed their every step. It smiled with glee at the thought of having such tasty morsels to feed it's hunger before the carnival moved on to another unsuspecting town.
As the figure tracked the teens, it sensed that the younger one somehow was sensing it's presence. "Ah, you are smart and perceptive young hunter" it thought as it pulled back deeper into the shadows not wanting to give itself away before it could make it's move. It watched the uneasiness on the young boy's face and wondered if he would alert the older to its presence.
It was immediately pleased as it saw the youngster shrug off his uneasy feeling and continue on his way following in the older one's footsteps. In just a few minutes time, it would make it's move and enjoy sucking the life out of the two young hunters.
As the hunters neared it's feeding place, it rushed unseen into the haunted house to bide it's time until the young ones walked in. It quivered with the excitement of knowing it would soon attack it's most tasty meal yet. The rush it got from knowing that it's prey was walking into it's trap was euphoric.
Sensing that it's prey was at the door, it salivated as it slunk into it's hiding area. It prepared itself by dressing in the costume and applying the skin makeup that would instill terror into the unsuspecting teens.
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As the brother's approached the haunted house, Dean stilled his movements as he watched Sammy do the same. He listened intently for any sound that might have been going on within the building. Hearing nothing, he quietly opened the door and glanced inside. He pulled his flashlight from his jacket pocket as he and Sam entered the haunted house allowing the door to close behind them.
"Stay close behind me Sammy" Dean warned as he pulled out his EMF meter from his jeans to scan the area and it immediately began to beep with it's red lights glowing and the needle bobbing back and forth as if in agitation.
"There's definitely something here little brother, stay alert" Dean stated as he moved further into the haunted house. Dean moved as silently as a church mouse with Sammy right on his heels. As they progressed deeper, the boys were startled by the sudden appearance of a skeleton in front of their faces. Dean stabbed at it with his knife in reaction to the perceived threat as he heard Sammy gasp behind him.
"It's okay Sammy, just a stupid pretend skeleton" Dean said as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He didn't want Sammy to see how much the skeleton had actually scared him. He once again took point as he led Sammy into the section that contained the walls of mirrors making it seemingly harder to find their way through the maze.
As they made their way through the maze of mirrors, Dean became extra vigilante as his EMF meter began to spike even more. He tried to keep a focus on Sammy while at the same time watching the mirrors for the slightest hint of a shadow or movement that wasn't made by him or Sammy. As he looked at Sammy, he could see the nervousness in his little brother's eyes and wondered if maybe they should have waited for their father to get back before doing this hunt on their own.
Sammy became more agitated as they made their way into the maze of mirrors. It seemed like he was being watched from all angles and not just by his brother Dean. He felt as though he was being leered at and it made him feel queasy. Just as he was abut to say something to his big brother, Sammy gasped and froze in utter terror.
Dean immediately saw the look of sheer terror on Sammy's face in the mirror and looked towards where his brother's eyes were focused.
"Holy shit it's a Rakshasa!" He exclaimed at seeing one of the ugliest clowns he had ever seen in his life. But that wasn't the focus of his main attention, as his eyes were drawn to the sparkling knives that were splayed within the rakshasa's hands. Dean watched as an evil look besieged it's eyes and it prepared to launch the knives.
"Drop Sammy" Dean yelled to draw his brother's attention, but Sammy was too frozen in fear to move. Dean launched himself at his baby brother just as the knives flew from the rakshasa's hands. He felt a stinging pain as one of the knives imbedded itself deep within his shoulder as he and Sammy fell to the floor. Dean wrapped his hands around Sammy's torso and rolled them out of the rakshasa's sight.
"Oh G-God, you're h-hurt Dean" Sammy stammered out seeing the knife sticking in his brother's shoulder. "I-It's all my f-fault. I was so scared I couldn't move." Huge tears began their trails down Sammy's face as he blamed himself for his brother getting hurt.
S'not your fault Sammy, I sh-shouldn't have brought us here w-without dad. Now come on, we've got to go" said Dean trying to absolve his brother of the guilt that he was feeling while at the same time pulling the knife blade out of his shoulder.
Dean hissed in pain as he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed Sammy by the arms and pulled him up to a standing position. "Come on Sammy, we've got to get the hell out of here " he gasped through the pain that he was feeling. He and Sammy moved off towards the entrance to the haunted house but was stopped by the maniacal laughter that they heard blocking their path.
""Going somewhere?" laughed the rakshasa in a whimsical voice. "Playtime isn't over yet" it nearly sang out as it thrust out it's hands with an explosion of air that sent both Dean and Sammy flying forcibly into the mirrors.
The sound of breaking mirrors reverberated throughout the haunted house as the mirrors shattered on impact. Sammy groaned as he felt slivers slicing into his back and his head smacking against the wall. He saw an explosion of stars before his eyes and fought to hold onto consciousness.
Dean wasn't doing much better as he felt himself imploding a mirror before falling to the floor. When he landed, he felt a fragment of the mirror sink into his right side, the pain bad enough to take his breath away. "Son of a bitch" he exclaimed as he felt blood flowing quickly down his side and into the hem of his jeans.
Before Dean had a chance to draw his gun, the rakshasa was on him in an instant, the smell of fresh blood drawing him in. It immediately sunk it's teeth into Dean's side and began sucking his tasty blood down it's hungry, blood deprived throat.
Dean screamed in pain as he felt the rakshasa sink it's teeth into his body. He was already woozy from the blood loss that he had sustained from the cut to his side. He felt darkness closing in on him as he valiantly tried to reach his knife or his gun in his weakened state. He fought the impending darkness knowing that the creature would kill him and Sammy if he let the darkness claim him.
Sammy was still fighting to retain consciousness when he heard the mortifying scream coming from his brother's mouth. He struggled to focus on Dean and was immediately repulsed by what he saw. The evil clown had it's teeth sunk deep into Dean's side and could only be sucking out his big brother's blood according to how pale his brother was becoming.
Sammy struggled to his feet and pulled his brass knife from the back of his jeans. He lunged at the clown sinking his knife deep within it's back as the clown howled in agony and swung around striking Sammy viciously across the face with it's glove clad hand.
Sammy yelped in pain as he once again saw stars from the force of the blow to his already injured head. He moaned in pain as he fought the impending darkness trying to consume him. He had to help Dean.
Hearing Sammy's yelp of pain, Dean launched himself forward and forced the knife further into the rakshasa's back as he pulled downward garnering another howl of pain from the evil creature before pulling the knife from it's ravaged back. The evil clown writhed on the floor in agony as Dean raised himself up and plunged the brass knife deep into it's heart.
The last thing Dean remembered seeing before unconsciousness claimed him was the evil creature dissipating from view in a swirling black cloud of smoke.
TBC Dean's bleeding profusely and Sammy is nearly unconscious. How will the boys survive their encounter with the Rakshasa.
